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I can be a right feckin' miserable b'stard when I am faced with the ordeal of having to go to things like weddings or parties. I'm ok with funerals but then...I did work at a busy crematorium in the north of England for some time many years ago.

Faults I have many, here are but a few: 1. I can be mean with money sometimes. eg I will drive for mlles to save a few pence on fuel. 2. I have a tendency to be dictatorial when it comes to garden work. 3. I voted "Leave" in the referendum. 4. I hoard stuff. Came here with one vanload and now have six shedfuls of stuff. 5. I squirrel money away for a "Rainy day" 6. I also store large amounts of tinned food - just in case. I think this comes from my time in Ethiopia where plentiful food was not always available. 7. I hate wearing new clothes. I'm comfor

Some folk are there already! It seems to be mostly those who slouch around wearing jeans that hang around their knees.......

Awaiting delivery of a new "Premier Inn" Hypnos mattress today. This is the fouth different delivery date they have set but not yet managed to deliver.

Is it "Papa John's" that is advertising a special offer of 2 x pizzas for £19.99 on TV just now? Well, I can make one for a few pence

Racism is a very touchy and subjective topic. For example: Most folk will laugh at a joke about the Englishman, Irishman and Scotsman but add a Pakistani or Negro into the joke and it becomes racist. Is it not just as racist to poke fun at everyone or is it permissible to poke fun at everyone providing they are not coloured? I, personally, get piss*d off at people who say the eastern Europeans come over here and steal our jobs; whereas in reality they are mostly working in low paid jobs that no-one else will do. So, how do we decide if a comment is funny or just plain racist? I don't know the

I'm with Lizzie on the spelling. My left and right hand co-ordination is not what it used to be; consequently, when typing some letters they become mixed up. My biggest problem is not that I can't spell but mainly that I don't proof read my posts properly before hitting 'return'.

Has no-one noticed that I spelled 'Quote' incorrectly....or are you all too polite to say?

I took my favourite mountain boots to the local cobbbler. The daft bogger managed to stitch right through the inner waterproof membrane and rendered the boots useless in damp conditions.

When coppers stopped you when speeding: "Who do you think you are, Stirling Moss?!" Nowadays it seems to be an instant breathalyser test and then a speeding ticket.

When I qoute I snip out the bits that are not relevant to my response. Keeps the quote short and to the point so that everyone can see what I'm nattering on about.

....and today, it snowed.

I think the surname of the landlord I am looking for might have been "Best", Pat Best.

Thanks for the replies. I expect the chap has retired by now but you never know. I wish I could remember his surname though. Pat .......... ARGH!

Rog: I was at RAF Swinderby from Nov 1969 - Jan 1970.

Ok, not Notts but here's why I'm posting: Back in 1980-2 I worked for Miller Bros on Parliament Street. The manager was called Pat something-or-other. in about 1984 he became landlord of a pub in Eagle, Lincs. I would like to know if the pub is still open and what his surname was...anyone know Eagle at all or have a contact number of a local history group, please?

In 1992/3 Ilived next door to a bloke on Orkney who had a grey fergie. We used to go fishing off the Isle of Copinsay and the fergie was used to tow and launch the boat.....axle deep in salt water. I reckon a classic enthusiast would have a dicky-fit at the sight of a 1950 tractor in the sea!

Well done, PP!

Well, you're not wrong there, Brew!

Took a clifftop walk from Nybster to Buchollie castle in the north east Caithness this morning. three and a half hours in heavy wintry showers and near gale force wind....I must fecking bonkers!

I had a coal place next to the outside loo when I worked and lived in Annesley. Had 19cwt of employees coal allowance delivered every five weeks and the coal place was always full to overflowing.

Newark Castle - where Kong John died from dysentry in 1216. Photo taken about 2008:

Talking Pictures is also my favourite channel, Ben. Some great stuff on there; such as Scotland Yard, Gideon's Way and many great films.

Gretton road, Mapperley, winter 1986/1987. Showing my Series III SWB Safari Landrover:

Thanks, Rog. I'll pass the gen on.